Sandcastles
(written with much assistance from Mr. Lanny Fiegenschuh)

Leonardo laid down with his back to the sand, but he was too old, too fat to really expect to get tanned. The beach was patrolled by skinny young girls wearing just a thong, and guys like Leonardo just do not belong. He was a portrait of a middle aged artist in the sand.

Sandcastles swept away by the sea. When that tide rolls in, what’s goin’ to happen to me? Will I be a new man, or just a washed out used to be?

Leonardo saw Pablo in his baggy pants. He was wavin’ a flashlight and doin’ a real goofy dance. Leonardo asked Pablo: “Do you call that art?” Pablo said: “It’s bullshit! But it comes from the heart.” It was a portrait of a middle aged artist in the sand.

Sandcastles swept away by the sea. When that tide rolls in, what’s goin’ to happen to me? Will I be a new man, or just a washed out used to be?

Vincent said to Don: “Now you just won’t understand ’til your ear’s in a matchbox and your hearts in the sand. Playin’ the fool outside some ratty woman’s door while your dreams drift away from the shore.”

Sandcastles swept away by the sea. When that tide rolls in, what’s goin’ to happen to me? Will I be a new man, or just a washed out used to be?

Salvadore looked back from the edge of the sea. But torsos in the sand dunes was all he could see. Leonardo painted saints across the sky. Felt the waves on his fingertips and saw his life drifting by. He was a portrait of a middle aged artist in the sand.

Sandcastles swept away by the sea. When that tide rolls in, what’s goin’ to happen to me? Will I be a new man, or just a washed out used to be?

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